Luna had decorated her bedroom ceiling with five beautifully painted faces: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Neville.
They were not moving as the portraits at Hogwarts moved, but there was a certain magic about them all the same:
Harry thought they breathed.
What appeared to be fine golden chains wove around the pictures, linking them together, but after examining them for a minute or so, Harry realized that the chains were actually one word, repeated a thousand times in golden ink: friends. . . friends . . . friends . . .
-Harry Potter, JK Rowling
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